I love my teeth. They are nothing special, really. They are not impervious to cavities, like some people's teeth. They are not gleaming white, though without coffee, cola or tobacco, they aren't too yellowed. I am a very smiley person, though, and I am not embarrassed by my smile. I think a big reason I love my teeth is the three years and twenty-five days they were wrapped in metal. That is a big investment, if you consider it filled one quarter of my life by the time they were removed.
My recurring nightmare is that my teeth are loose or fall out unexpectedly. I had another one last night and I awoke in a panic. Sometimes I even run to check my teeth in the mirror. Always, I brush extra good that morning to make sure I am doing my part to insure their health and safety from those wily sugar bugs.
It freaks me out and I would have a completely happy life if it were not for this one thing so please help.
Do you have that dream? What does it mean?